I’ve learned the sun will come up each morning. Sometimes we’ll see it and feel it, and sometimes we won’t, but it’s there.
Love is like that; at times we can hear its sweet music, bask in its warmth, and feel its arms around us. Then, there are those times when it falls silent, cool, and distant. But, it’s still there, it’s just not as obvious. When those times come, and like a cloudy winters day, they will come, we have to know love is still there.
We must never doubt it, never turn away from it, and always know that behind the cloud, behind the mountain, behind whatever has made loves warm glow fade, it is there. But…
We have to let it be there. We have to want it to be there.